suburbia - ls

through these crazy times, its you.

december 19, 2011

it's currently 10:20 in the morning, the sunlight illuminates the entire flat as louis sits on the kitchen counter as he watches harry flip pancakes on the stove. harry stands with his back facing towards louis, but he admires and takes in all that he can see of the boy, his messy mop of curls, his back muscles that he'd flex every now and then, his ugly fucking boxers that he'd kept from when he was in year 8 with aeroplanes on them.

louis sits cuddled up in one of harry's robes, (yes he has multiple, and yes he has robes.) he finds the large beige robe to be rather warming and soft, despite it smelling like old lady perfume.

"so," harry says, breaking the silence between the two, "what're you doing for your birthday, boo?"

"dunno," louis utters as he plays with the drawstring of the robe, then clearing his voice, looking up to see harry staring at him. "maybe something with the boys?"

"oh," harry whispers.

"what's the matter?"

"nothing," harry says just as quietly, not even bothering to look up at louis as he turns around and sets two pancakes on each of the two plates set on the counter next to louis.

"s'just," he pauses, then looks up at louis but quickly breaking eye contact, "i feel like we never have much of our own time or go on dates for just the two of us."

"well, we're both completely off for the whole day," louis says suggestively, smiling down on harry, "let's not waste the day."

harry looks up at louis, and for the first time in so long he can pin point every tiny detail of louis' face, even the smallest fraction of his face, he can see so clearly in the glimmering sunlight. harry holds his arms out and louis slides off the counter and into harry's arms as his little feet land gently on the ground awaiting below him.

"i love you, boo," harry says into louis' hair, pulling back to look at him before giving him a peck on his forehead.

"i love you more, haz."

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after breakfast, the two boys go into the living room, sitting in silence for a few minutes, but the empty air was cleared when harry heard the beach boys' wouldn't it be nice playing through louis' portable speaker. he smiled as he stared up at louis, who had his arm extended out to harry, as his way of asking him to dance.

harry takes louis' small hand in his own and they danced together, singing every words loudly.

every second without louis feels surreal to harry. he feels as if time rushes by him almost too quickly, like an intense car chase. every laugh stabs at harry's intestines, twists his heart, and physically pains him but he couldn't possibly trade this feeling for all the riches in the world. he has the most valuable prize in the world if he has louis.

the two boys lose track of time and soon harry ends up laughing hysterically at louis who just stumbled on the ground and is in possible immense pain, but he's laughing as well.

just as louis stands up and gets himself situated again, michael bublè's everything begins to play. louis grins at harry from opposite sides of the room, then strides toward him.

"harry," louis speaks, "may i have this dance?"

harry laughs at how corny he is, but he slides his arms around louis' waist, pulling him close, and louis wraps his arms around harry's torso.

neither of them speak, they stand, swaying in each other's arms. as louis feels harry's breath on his shoulder it sends a shudder down his spine to his toes and back up to where harry's fingers interlock together on his back, holding him tightly.

they listen to the words quietly, letting their thoughts consume every centimeter of their bodies.

"in this crazy life," louis sings quietly

"and through these crazy times ," harry sings back

they continue to sing back to each other, like it was their own way of communicating. neither of them were ever really good with words, anyways.

"it's you, it's you, you make me sing,"

louis pulls away to look at harry, he places one hand on the back of his neck and the other cupping his cheek.

"you're every line, you're every word,"

"you're everything," they sang in unison.

for a second, harry is frozen, shocked with emotions unreadable. but then he feels himself leaning in as louis mirrors his actions, and in almost an instant, their lips collide, setting harry's heart ablaze. harry's hot under louis' touch, so hot that he could physically melt onto the ground.

and in this very moment, nothing is real. they both feel nothing but everything at the same time, their hearts both racing at a trillion miles per fucking second but at the same time they've never felt more serene.

in this moment, harry finally understands what love is. and this is it.

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this was the cheesiest fucking chapter i'd ever had to write. but it ended up well (in my opinion) hope y'all like ittttt 🤑🤑🤑